JAMES
I stood in front of the second glass entrance.
“Maybe I should break this too,” I muttered. Arthur came down from his car looking furious just like I expected.
He was moving so fast, jaw tight, shoulders loaded with intent. I barely had time to turn before his fist connected with my face. I placed my hands on my nose, wiping blood.The flash of pain was brief.
Gasps exploded around us like fireworks.
I steadied myself, tongue tasting iron, and straightened my jacket slowly. Cameras were already lifting. Microphones followed. Paparazzis’ gathered,parasites with good timing swarmed in, voices overlapping, hungry.
“Mr. Owen, what's changing with the redevelopment?” “Are you going to retaliate?” “Is this a hostile takeover?”
Arthur stood there breathing hard, knuckles red, realizin
